Love is the loudest shout from the tallest mountain,

Needing to be heard.

Love is the softest whisper of a lover’s caress,

Without speaking a word.

Love is the peaceful slumber of my children,

Knowing all is well.

Love is the joyful laughter of family,

With stories for all to tell.

Love is the heartbreak and the tears that are shed,

The hurt of ill-spoken words.

Love is found in forgiveness and growing,

The years and hopes incurred.

Love is you, and love is me,

Honesty, hope, and trust.

Love is knowing how blessed I am.

Love is not me, but us.

By Heidi Renee Mason


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